Disappearance

The Forgotten

I walked through the streets of Twilight Town observing the passerbys carelessly strolling 

around town, watching the smiles etched on their faces. Few greeted myself and gladly returned 

but my smile left as quickly as it formed. I looked up at the sky and saw the beauty of the sunset 

in swirls of bright colors yellow, orange, and red connected together at behind the clock tower 

as it hides away. My eyes became glassy and teared up as moments of my past experiences 

within town as she remembered the smells of freshly baked pastries from the bakery and the 

sweet beautiful sounds of children giggling as they played around the town square. I nearly 

choked up in that short time, it will be all gone in the blink of an eye.

"Iris get in here" I cringed as I recognized the shrill voice of my neighbor called me home.

I walked back home meeting the disapproving look on her face with her hands placed on her 

hips as her foot tapped impatiently waiting for my return. I walked inside the sturdy but aging 

house she lies in. In my mind, I dreaded the summer visits of the house for the smell of muggy 

air and sweat made me nauseous as well as the humid with barely any breezy air blowing 

through the house for the windows were boarded shut. Also, the sight of the sickly yellow green 

painted walls reminded me of hoe my brother wiped his snot across the walls which closely 

matches them. I could almost see some flaky as my mind wondered if it was the dryness of paint 

or snot on the walls.

I shuddered as that thought crossed my mind for it was not something I liked to think about but 

it was better than what was going on in my life.

"Are you listening to me?" the voice shrieked as I focused back on my neighbor.

By the furrowing arches of her brows and the curling of her lips, it looked like she said 

something important that I didn't hear. If it's one thing she doesn't like, its when people don't 

listen to what she has to say not that it's worth listening to.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying? I wasn't listening" I apologized not actually meaning it.

"Clearly" she sneered in disgust as her eyes looked up and down my body as her lips still curled 

in disgust as if it was permanent on her face.

It was frustrating that my neighbor looks at one with such disgust and dreads the very sight of 

myself. It's probably because I remind her so much of my mother which she hates very much.

My father loved everything about my mother, her independence, her caring quality and her 

ambitions to succeed her goals. He loved her so much for it felt like she carried one half of his 

heart and he held the other as both beat in sync with each other.

Its as though she was able to feel what he felt which made it every more painful once she died 

from mysterious circumstances.